The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 267 The name of Su Changqing shocked the world!

Above the sky, the pinnacle of Confucianism.

Su Changqing holds a brush in his hand, steps on the chessboard, and his whole body is filled with a majestic and righteous spirit.

As the brush and ink were splashed, the heaven and earth shook, and the vast mountains and rivers fell into the sky.

The shadow of Emperor Wen opposite him spoke with the will of heaven, and every word he said seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and his power was immense.

A young monster and the phantom of Emperor Wen, the two sides fought fiercely, leaving all the Confucianists in the world shocked.

Especially those two lines of poetry just now, which were so wild that they made people's scalps tingle, shocked all the cultivators in the world.

"This boy who has mastered the four arts must die!"

As for the imperial family, a hint of fear finally appeared in Mu Ren's eyes.

The appearance of Su Changqing was even more shocking than that of the Confucian immortal.

At the age of twenty, he had mastered the four arts, and those were the four arts of immortals that were comparable to the arts of the emperor.

The value of this is too terrifying.

Not to mention the Confucian immortals of the time, even if Emperor Wen were still alive, he would probably be far inferior to them.

He could hardly imagine how terrifying this boy would be if he grew up.
At this time, everyone in the court was silent, staring blankly at the sky.

Zhongzhou, Holy College.

"Hahaha, I hate that the ancients didn't see my madness?"

Shuhan looked up at the sky, smiling, and said with emotion:

"The teacher once said that Changqing has a gentle and kind heart and treats others with humility."

"But now it seems that Changqing's arrogance is not inferior to others."

"Even the arrogant young master of the Su family is probably not as arrogant as Chang Qing."

Bo Gu, who was standing by, chuckled and said, "This is the pride of a scholar."

"Who among those who have ability is not arrogant? Who among those who are not proud?"

"Be humble and gentle to your friends, but be arrogant and proud to your enemies! Break their pride!"

Yin Feng also smiled and said, "Yes, the road to becoming an emperor is about to begin. Junior Brother's invincible faith has already begun to emerge."

Su Changqing might have been humble and cautious in the past.

But after realizing his own extraordinary talent, he became the contemporary Sword God and the master of Tiandan Pavilion.

How could he not be crazy? How could he not be arrogant?

He is only twenty years old, but his achievements are unmatched by anyone in history.
Among all the great men in the world, Su Changqing should also be among the top ones!
And this fortune-telling platform is the time for him to announce it to the world!
Qingshan Village has been hiding its sword for eighteen years, and sharpening it for two years. Now that the sword is out, it will astonish the world!

At this time, on the Dantai platform of Tiandan Pavilion.

Ye Jingshan, Xuan Yan and all the alchemist disciples present were all shocked and stared blankly at the young man who was sitting cross-legged.

That is the contemporary Sword God, their current Pavilion Master.

But now, that legendary young man is at the pinnacle of Confucianism, fighting fiercely with the shadow of Emperor Wen.

The righteous spirit that was displayed, and the dazzling supreme Confucian and Taoist secrets, made everyone present feel unreal.

Is this the contemporary Sword God? Is this the current Tiandan Pavilion Master?
The other party's terrifying level of Confucianism and Taoism is probably of the same generation as Emperor Wen, and he can suppress all directions.

"This boy"

Xuan Yan looked at Su Changqing in disbelief and murmured to himself,
"Is there anything he can't do?"

"At only twenty years old, he has already reached the pinnacle in swordsmanship and alchemy. Now, Confucianism has also achieved such a terrifying achievement."

"How can a person's talent be so strong?"

When Xuan Yan was young, he was also a world-famous genius.

But compared with Su Changqing, his achievements are simply child's play and are not even on the same level.

He spent his entire life, but only reached the current position as the leader of Taoism.

But the young Su Changqing has already reached the top three levels!
This terrifying talent even made him think that the current prosperous era was created for Changqing.

"Is this what the Pavilion Master said? Is your Confucianism okay?"

Ye Jingshan smiled bitterly and said, "The Four Arts to Enter the Dao, in the vast Zhongzhou today, I'm afraid only the Confucian Immortal can rival it, right?"

When Su Changqing first started to climb the Confucian and Taoist ladder, he was a little worried.

But now it seems that the people we should be worried about are the imperial court.

If you mess with such a terrifying monster, you won’t be able to sleep well in the future.

"After today, Su Changqing's name will be famous all over the continent."

Xuan Yan was silent for a moment, then sighed and said:

"However, the pace of the world's enemies is likely to come even faster."

……

The fierce battle between the Confucian and Taoist masters and the appearance of Emperor Wen's shadow attracted the attention of other Taoist masters and even monks all over the world.

Although the battles among the other Daotai were fierce, the momentum was obviously much smaller than the fight to the death between Confucianism and Taoism.

At this time, as the shadow of Emperor Wen emerged, it attracted the attention of cultivators all over the world.

But when they saw the young man fighting fiercely with Emperor Wen, an uproar suddenly rose in the air.

"That's Su Changqing! How did he end up on the Confucian and Taoist platform? And how could he fight with Emperor Wen?"

The cultivators who had seen Su Changqing and knew his identity spoke in shock at this time.

"Su Changqing? Is there something wrong? But it's strange, I've never heard of such a genius in Confucianism and Taoism before."

Someone asked in confusion.

"That's Su Changqing! He just founded the Sword Emperor Sect some time ago. He is now the pinnacle of swordsmanship and the contemporary Sword God!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the monks were shocked and there was an uproar.

"What? The contemporary sword god actually climbed the Confucian and Taoist platforms and was able to fight against Emperor Wen?"

"What the hell! What a joke! The contemporary sword god actually has the four arts to enter the Dao?"

"Oh my god, he has mastered both Confucianism and swordsmanship and has reached such a terrifying state. How terrifying is Su Changqing's talent?"

"Not only that, it is said that Su Changqing is at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor level and is Wu Jiuling's direct disciple. He practices Confucianism, swordsmanship, and martial arts at the same time."

The name of Su Changqing spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. In just a short period of time, his fame spread throughout the entire continent.

The more the monks in the world knew, the more their scalps tingled and the more shocked they became.

Su Changqing's experience, what he had learned, and his current achievements amazed everyone.

At this moment, even some peerless geniuses felt a strong pressure in their hearts.

But it is their blessing, but also their misfortune, to have such evildoers in the same generation.

"He is Su Changqing?"

On the demon clan's Taoist platform, the eyes of the Golden Crow 'Saint Feather' flashed with sharp golden light, and the fighting spirit surged.

"It's this guy."

Tianlang Yaoyue looked at the Confucian Taoist platform and said with murderous intent in his eyes:
"Princess, don't worry. Wait until the human race consumes some more energy. I will personally lead people to capture him later!"

Sheng Yu heard this and said proudly, "I will come in person in a moment, and no one is allowed to interfere!"

The monsters present were hesitant to speak, but finally nodded in agreement.

Now that the demon clan has been unified, what they have to do is wait for the human civil war to end.

At that time, the demons will show their sharp fangs!
however.

The demons are not the only ones who reap the benefits.

Also waiting quietly were the terrifying number of creatures in the restricted area of ​​​​rebellion.

"What a strong talent, what a handsome method!"

Amir put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky, a solemn look on his face.

Although he has transformed 90% of his darkness, in terms of combat effectiveness, I am afraid he is still inferior to Su Changqing.

"Why do you have to belittle yourself, sir?"

Wu Xiu, who was standing by, smiled and said, "No matter how strong he is, can he still be your opponent?"

"I'm afraid if the lord just stands there and lets him kill him, he won't be able to resist."

Amir smiled noncommittally after hearing this, and then said, "Give the order. When the demons start to attack and both the humans and demons are defeated, that's when we will take action."

Wu Xiu laughed, darkness flashed in his eyes, and he turned and disappeared.

At this moment, deep in the penalty area, Sunan's tall figure still stood quietly, looking up at the sky.

Looking at the young man who fought wildly in all directions and was famous all over the world, he murmured softly with satisfaction and emotion in his eyes,

"The road to the throne will open."

"Show off your talent and strength to your heart's content."

"Don't be afraid, just go for it, your father is behind you."

……

The internal battle between Confucianism and Taoism, and the rising young man, shocked the world.

When the disciples of the imperial court saw the shadow of Emperor Wen appear and saw Su Changqing, whom they had been unable to defeat for a long time, they suddenly panicked.

"How is it possible? How can he have such terrifying fighting power?"

Looking at the fierce battle ahead, Mu Yun’s face turned pale and fear was revealed in his eyes.

This peerless genius of Confucianism and Taoism is now trembling with fear in his heart.

Facing the young man in front of him, he actually had the thought that he would never be his opponent in this lifetime.

He even used the Emperor's Scroll, but still couldn't defeat the opponent. His defeat was almost certain.

You can see it clearly now.

The momentum above the disciples of the imperial court was clearly getting weaker and weaker.

On the other hand, as for the Confucian and immortal lineage, the fortune above the heavenly spirit is rising like a wolf smoke.

Su Changqing, with his own strength, once again took up the banner of the Confucian and Immortal lineage.

boom!
At this moment, there was a loud bang in the sky, and a mighty energy surged in all directions.

The shadow of Emperor Wen took a few steps back, and Su Changqing on the opposite side did the same.

"Hahaha, so happy!"

Su Changqing laughed out loud, his body filled with fighting spirit, his eyes blazing with golden light.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had such a satisfying fight with someone.

Now that the shadow of Emperor Wen had appeared, his fighting spirit reached its peak.

"Emperor Wen, I have seen your poems, now come and see mine!"

Su Changqing waved his sleeves and the brush disappeared. He stepped into the air and a majestic aura spread from behind him.

This was the first time Su Changqing had come across a Confucian scholar using poetry as a means of warfare.

Originally he didn't know how to use it, but after a fierce battle with Emperor Wen, an epiphany came to his mind.

Poetry is a battle, and one must understand the meaning of the poem, the scenery in the lyrics, and the "Tao" in them.

This poem can be passed down, but those who can use it as a battle can only do so if they can understand the creator's state of mind at the time and the poem's intentions.

Only in this way can poetry be mobilized to fight.

Why didn't Mu Yun personally perform the poems left by Emperor Wen?
Because he has not fully understood the "meaning" and "Tao" in poetry.

He could only rely on the Taoist rhyme left by Emperor Wen himself to inspire his poetry.

But Su Changqing is different, he is born with a natural talent for poetry!
"Poetry? Senior Brother Changqing knows poetry?"

Ye Ling below said with some concern: "The opponent is the phantom of Emperor Wen. Wouldn't it be too risky to compete with him in poetry?"

"Yes."

A disciple at the side also said somewhat uneasily: "Emperor Wen's poems are magnificent and majestic, and his teachings are extraordinary."

"How can I compare to the other party in terms of writing lyrics now?"

Everyone present was talking about it, their words filled with anxiety.

"hehe."

But at this moment, Lingsi chuckled and spoke, recalling that day at the Southern Region Academy, and murmured:
"Junior Brother Changqing is very strong in the four arts, but what he is even stronger at is poetry."

As soon as these words were spoken, the discussion on the scene stopped abruptly.

……

"Comparing poetry with Emperor Wen? You're courting death!"

Mu Yun was overjoyed when he saw this scene, "I'm afraid that within one round, he will be crushed by Emperor Wen's poetry."

"That's right!"

The disciple at the side also said excitedly: "Emperor Wen's poems are magnificent and very suitable for fighting."

"Su Changqing is so arrogant that he dares to fight with poetry. He is bound to lose!"

The disciples of the imperial court, who had been nervous at first, were now excited and looked up to the sky with anticipation.

Su Changqing didn't pay any attention to the discussions below.

At this moment, the majestic fortune of the Confucian Immortal lineage gathered behind him, and he stepped into the air step by step. The terrifying sense of oppression made the void tremble.

Emperor Wen was about to speak, with the imperial decree in his mouth, but this time Su Changqing was one step faster.

“I don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.”

A huge sound that sounded like singing or chanting exploded from the sky.

The moment that voice appeared, it seemed to contain infinite Taoist rhyme, and the boundless and majestic aura above the Taoist platform instantly boiled over.

boom!
Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in the sky, which was endless, and a huge wave with the force of overturning the sky fell from the sky.

Rumble~
The roar of the huge waves exploded in everyone's ears, and the disciples of the court, who had originally been full of joy, now all looked stunned.

The water of the Yellow River came from the sky. This magnificent and terrifying scene caused screams all over the sky.

The shadow of Emperor Wen held the Emperor's scroll and swung it fiercely, and a towering mountain suddenly stood up.

But the next moment.
boom!
The huge waves of the Yellow River directly overturned the towering mountain, and even the shadow of Emperor Wen staggered a few steps.

But this is just the beginning.

Su Changqing strode forward, chanting continuously, with a rich Taoist rhyme rising into the sky.

"The Yellow River bends and stretches for thousands of miles, and its waves and winds blow from the ends of the earth"

The Yellow River emerges from the sky like the Milky Way, its winding path filling the sky, like a giant dragon weaving and crisscrossing from the void.

The nine endless Yellow Rivers turned into a terrifying formation, trapping Emperor Wen firmly in the center.

The air was filled with water vapor, sand and gravel filled the sky, and a tornado that connected the sky and the earth stirred the Taoist platform.

Emperor Wen retreated again and again, his body clearly visible and transparent.

"How can it be!"

Mu Yun and other disciples of the imperial court all showed shock and fear on their faces.

The majestic momentum in Su Changqing's poems made them tremble in their hearts just by looking at them.

The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky. The Yellow River has nine twists and turns and thousands of miles of sand.
The overwhelming momentum in the poem seems to overflow just by listening to it.

Just these two short lines of poetry showed that they were not in the least bit afraid of Emperor Wen's talent.

No one expected that Su Changqing was not only proficient in the four arts, but also his poetry was so terrifying.

No matter what others thought, Su Changqing did not stop.

"The giant roared and split the two mountains, and the huge waves sprayed into the East China Sea."

"The ground collapsed, the mountains were crushed, the warriors died, and the ladders to heaven were connected with stone steps"

"The vast sea is covered with a hundred feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds gather for thousands of miles."

Line after line of poetry containing majestic momentum emerges.

The rhythm of Taoism surged between heaven and earth, and one terrifying attacking technique after another made the Tao platform tremble.

Giants as terrifying as gods, waves that block out the sky, ancient stone paths that connect heaven and earth, and endless icicles that freeze the sky.
Su Changqing was surrounded by a tremendous force. As he fell step by step, thousands of people retreated with screams of fear.

The shadow of Emperor Wen only held out for a short while before it finally shattered into thin air like a shadow of light.

Also at this same time.

A monstrous and strange vision filled the sky above the statue of Emperor Wen of Zhongzhou!
Because of the emergence of those world-shaking words, pure and majestic aura flooded the entire Zhongzhou city!

This scene shocked the Confucianists and horrified the monks all over the world!
(End of this chapter)